Horses are called Equi, & have that name for they are ioyned and coupled in cartes or in Chariots, even and not odde, and they be also coupled in shape and in course. Also the horse is called Caballus, and hath that name of his hollow feete: for he maketh therewith a cave or a pit in the ground there he goeth, and ther beasts have no such feet, as Isidore saith. (Bartholomew Anglicus De proprietatibus rerum, ed. and trans. by Batman, 1582)
I have no insights to give as regards the horse – severe allergies dictate that, even if I wanted to, I couldn’t really get near one. But I have seen A View to a Kill, and therefore know all about that mad French aristocrat whose house and stables Christopher Walken bought so that he could genetically engineer racehorses with the use of microchips and thus trigger a colossal earthquake in the San Fernando valley and kill everyone except Grace Jones and some Japanese businessmen, or something. [This is obviously an exaggeration: Zorin tried to kill Grace Jones.]
But even though I have nothing to say about them, they crop all over the shop in the art and literature of the late middle ages. Chaucer tells us a great deal about the personality of his pilgrims when he reveals what sort of horse they ride in his General Prologue, and Sir Orfeo’s encounter with ‘syxty ladys on palferays’ shows the glamour and power of the fairy court. In the Très Riches Heures du Duc de Berry the month of May is illustrated with a hunting party of young, leaf-wearing nobles, while Sir Geoffrey Luttrell’s equestrian portrait raises eyebrows and slightly smutty questions.
Laddes (and ladyes) on toure.
Of the Medieval Horses I Have Known, my favourite is undoubtedly Gringolet, Sir Gawain’s longsuffering steed. At a close second is the horse that
myght such a hwe lach
As growe grene as the gres and grener hit semed,
Then grene aumayl on golde glowande bryȝter
of the same poem. Arthur’s knights are always getting theirs smoted or torn tobrast, which is rather wasteful. [Is this what a brony is? I don’t know. One senses an undercurrent of smut in that too.] Dame Triamour shows up on the blingiest pony ever to rescue Sir Launfal from the conflicting, and equally untrue, accusations of homosexuality and attempting to seduce Queen Guinevere.
Missing two birds with one stone.
These betoken wealth, social status, military reputation – hardly the most representative features of any society. What about the workhorses used for ploughing fields and pulling carts? Or the horses whose milk was used by the steppe tribes of northern Eurasia, of whom Adam of Bremen writes,
They use their milk and blood as drink so freely that they are said to become intoxicated. (trans. Tschan, 1955)
Or indeed, what about the horses on which the Mongols swept across central Asia, and to which one could easily apply the words Leviores pardis equi eius, et velociores lupis vespertinis […] Equites namque eius de longo venient – what about them?
Kung Hei Fat Choy.